Desiblr is a nice locality in Tumblr. There are houses all nearby with small gardens lovingly taken care of. You will see some of the new young kids riding their bicycles and sometimes getting lost while trying to access certain features while some lovely kiddos will send nice messages hiding their identities at your doorsteps.
The teens here are busy with studies. However you find many of them occasionally popping by your house to say hello and that's how they end up spending two hours outside. The seniors help out the juniors and sometimes even give good advice. They even remind each other to go back to study.
The older ones in colleges, trying to understand life and live their dreams. They are busy themselves but will still look out for you. They even talk about stuff you never knew before.
Every house here is unique. Some of them have posters hanging outside their window and gate showing their love for a show or book series they adore. There are some houses filled with books, cute cats and plants and there are a group of roomates who spend the day together cracking jokes and making others laugh.
It's lunch time. Everyone is out to socialize. Some are sharing food while some are asking about that movie/book updates? Some are busy playing with cute bunnies and pets which desi parents won't allow to bring home.
And at nightime, everyone is out in the open again. It's lovely under the night sky here. There are people writing poetry about the moon. A group of friends there, under a tree are discussing about far away stars and planets. A girl is peeping outside the window and as soon as she spots her friend, she runs down. She needs to tell her about her day. A boy is wondering about the meaning of life.
It's a beautiful place. Warm hearts and warm people
(Idk what this is. Slsmdvhsksnsbsbbnsmaj)
A teenage girl is standing on the edge of town. She’d heard of this place from her old friend, who came from the same place as she did. Curiosity possessed her and she wanted to see what this town was like. Observing from afar, she looked on at what was happening.
She noticed a person talking about homosexuality and transgender identities in Indian mythology. Nodding, she thought that it did make sense. Although, the fact that the person was spewing dates and years without any sources made her wary. What was stopping them from saying whatever they wanted that fit their narrative? The girl decided to step in closer and wander about town. Careful not to be spotted by any of the locals, she moved in the shadows and kept observing.
Over there, next to a bike, was a group of people raving about their pride of being Indian. One of them chipped in about colonialism. The girl listened with great interest. The person was saying how Mughals colonized India as badly, if not worse, as the English did. Tilting her head, the spying girl doubted their words. The more she wandered in town, the more she was thinking about how ridiculous some people were. Her expressions kept shifting as she witnessed bizarre discussions. “Cr… cringe…” were most of her thoughts during her voyage in the town. As she was getting ready to leave, she was thinking wistfully about herself. About her relative position in a made-up scale of “how Indian” she was.
She couldn’t quite fit in nor relate to any of these Desiblrians, even though their vibes, their energy was very similar to what she encounters on the daily. This clash between her natal country and the Internet made her feel further alienated. In her mind, this town and her childhood simply didn’t match.
Ah.. so this is what they meant by “not quite fitting in anywhere”.
Exhaling, she left. She later concurs with her old friend that this place is best to be avoided.